My Dear was, oh, so much Sweeter than Sugar: Diabetes: The Orgy of Sweets

Summary

At about mid-life, I discovered I had diabetes. I was ill prepared to deal with it. My adoring wife Phyliss, despite her own substantial health problems, commandeered the attack on the disease with military dispatch. The short story of how this came about is tender, loving, and heart warming. This act of love was only one of many expressions of devotion to my well-being. This is a short excerpt from the book “I Married My Teacher” which chronicles, in detail, her love and devotion to me as well as her own trials and battles with poor health. Read about her. It will enrich your life as she enriched mine.

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My Dear was, oh, so much Sweeter than Sugar - Joseph Badame

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Joseph P. Badame

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Plumas Audubon Society, Quincy, California

Western Grebes rushing courtship dance

Lovingly dedicated to Phyliss

A Master Teacher all her life

Still teaching even now that she is gone

MY DEAR WAS, OH, SO MUCH SWEETER THAN SUGAR

DIABETES: THE ORGY OF SWEETS

The following short story is an excerpt from a chapter in the book I Married My Teacher with a few additions and some felicity injected into a deadly serious subject. Except for some of the tongue-in-cheek humor, the tale is sadly true. It is not fiction. I wish most of it were. If you gain some insight from this narrative, and you find it valuable and useful, I encourage you to seek out the full book. You will find this is not the only apologue that you will read that may improve your life. You won’t be sorry.

As a child, young person, and young adult, I was exposed to the usual flood of sweets and reacted like most would and continue to do so by carrying out my obligation as a responsible member of society to consume as much of the sea of sugar around me as I could.

If you are a senior today, you remember well the feeding frenzy of sweets at Halloween that lasted for months. It continues today, actually. The idea was to run around the neighborhood and collect as much stuff as you could and then gobble down (no pun intended) as much as possible before you got home and until Thanksgiving. This was all added to the left over candy your mom had not given out on Halloween night. It was everywhere. It was obscene abundance and plenty. It was almost a genuine fire hazard. Caution, do not eat near an open flame!

The endless feasts filled with home-made ravioli and pasta, cannoli, desserts, pies, cakes, and ice cream were started with the Halloween holiday. There seemed to be no end, no limits, and certainly no controls. Nobody rationed or kept track of your intake. Hell, it was good for you. It was healthy. It gave you energy. You were begged to eat more or it would go bad. "God, Bless the child, he has such